here when its hard

While Artorias had been considering what to do about the fragility of the training dummies compared to a real sword, his unspoken question was answered by a deep, familiar voice from behind. The boy turned to face Sirius while the Warlord helped sweep up the scattered straw into a tidy pile in the center of the dojo, looking back at the dummy while he thought about the advice suggested. He pouted a lip and nodded his head while he considered having them filled with sand and another arena on the beach. It would also give the Knights another place to train, maybe get them used to combat on unfamiliar terrain. "Not a bad idea, setting up on the beach," he agreed, using a paw to clean up the straw around him to join Sirius' pile. "I don't mind having sand in here. Might make for a better feel on the paws than hard stone all the time anyway."

Once the straw and debris had all been gathered up, Artorias glanced up at Sirius with a quizzical look. "Didn't you just go home not long ago?" he asked in jest, though there was a little bit of a defensive edge to his voice while he set to dismantling the destroyed training dummy. "Gonna yell at me about how bad of a wolf you are again?" Resin's condition had gotten dramatically worse since Seer had last been in the Hallows, and Artorias did not have the patience to deal with the Warlord's self-deprecation and emotional baggage today.


"Artorias" | Thoughts | "Corbin"